November 29th, 2009

~Sunday~ I am enjoying the massa I received at Thanksgiving from my parents (as a belated birthday present) and I only have a couple left so you can expect only two more reports about it as a breakfast roll. Today, I skipped the egg (since I had three of them in that breakfast combo I had at IHOP at 2:00 in the morning), and had sausage with a slice of American cheese melted on it. Delicious.

As predicted yesterday, my abs are sore today from the absence of doing ab work and getting back to it yesterday.

I'm going to get on a little bit of a soapbox here about famous people and privacy. It is amazing to me that people who become mega famous continue to not only expect privacy, but espouse how they "deserve" it. Folks, this is the reality of it. Losing your privacy is one of the trade-offs that comes with becoming famous. It's that simple.

Tiger Woods has yet to talk to the authorities about what happened, but today issued a statement that ended with this: "But, I would also ask for some understanding that my family and I deserve some privacy no matter how intrusive some people can be."

Uh, no, you don't deserve it. You are being paid well for your loss of privacy. It isn't fair you say? I noted in an entry in the recent past that Chief Justice Roberts makes around $225,000 a year making complex, daunting judicial decisions that affect our freedom and our future, while Judge Judy makes $24 million dollars a year. Fair? No. Reality? Yes. Quit whining and deal with it!

Here it is pictorially for all future famous people who learn better visually—this is the trade-off you are signing up for. If you're going to get all self-righteous about it later, then just don't sign the contract that's going to earn you a gazillion dollars. Get self-righteous about it while you're poor.

Let me step down off this thing now...

I made a pit stop at K-Mart on the way to the gym, where I picked up some Nyquil and some cough drops.

Some time in the last day or two I mentioned Terry Gross to someone and they said, "She's a Lesbian, right?" I hadn't thought so, but she does interview a lot of gay people and she's very open-minded without a doubt. Funny, the biography part of her Wikipedia entry talks about her often being mistaken for a Lesbian. But I digress...

On the way home, I both laughed out loud and was sad inside within minutes of each other.

Happiness: Just before turning into my townhouse area, I saw a bumper sticker on the back of a car that said, "I miss Pluto," which just tickled me.

Sadness: When I parked in front of my townhouse, in a window of my ex-neighbor's townhouse to the right of mine, I saw a "For Sale" sign. While I knew it was coming eventually (she got married and moved in with her husband in May), the sign makes it real and marks the "end of an era." She was a fun neighbor, and really, the only one I'm friends with.

I cooked a most delicious spaghetti and meatball dinner tonight, with some garlic bread on the side. Yum!

Robert and I finished another online game of Scrabble this evening, after which I made some chicken salad for sandwiches this coming week. The ingredients, several of which required slicing, dicing, and food processing included: ground boiled chicken breast meat; diced celery, green pepper, and onions; sliced Gherkin pickles; raisins; crushed pineapple; mustard, mayonnaise, and Teriyaki marinade.

I started way too late, and spent about three hours finishing up the judging of the four STC Competition entries that I had a commitment to get to Anna, our team leader, by tomorrow. It feels good to be done with that, and I feel like I made a decent contribution.